No wonder Ming Zheng's appearance was always so calm and collected.
Even upon seeing the three A-class martial artists and realizing he was a Xiantian stage powerhouse, she showed no fear.
No wonder she was able to attack Song Zhekun without him even noticing.
She's from the Mo Sect.
What's there to be afraid of?
A Xiantian powerhouse?
With one finger, she could take down an entire squad of Xiantian powerhouses!
How could he dare to act so brazenly in front of the Mo Sect?
Hadn't they seen the fate of those two A-class martial artists?
He had been desperately trying to minimize his presence.
This idiot actually dragged him out.
The Xiantian powerhouse, furious, slapped Ming Zhirou across the face, one after another, showing no mercy.
He hit her so hard that her mouth was bleeding, and she was on the verge of fainting.
Yet, she was still pinned to the ground by the Xiantian powerhouse's oppressive aura, swaying precariously.
She had completely lost her usual demeanor of a delicate, helpless damsel in distress.
"Miss Ming Zheng!"
After hitting Ming Zhirou, the Xiantian powerhouse immediately fell to his knees before Ming Zheng. "Please don't misunderstand. I was just passing by; I had no intention of attacking you!"
His kneeling was utterly without hesitation, and it was earth-shattering.
The sound was so powerful that those around them felt a pang in their own knees.
"Miss Ming Zheng, I apologize for disturbing you. Please forgive me..."
The Xiantian powerhouse's actions instantly bewildered those B-class martial artists, as well as Song Zhekun and Ming Zhirou, who hadn't fainted.
What was going on with the Xiantian powerhouse?
He was someone who stood above ordinary people, a Xiantian powerhouse who could shake the capital of Xia with a stomp!
Why was he kneeling to a nobody?
Had the Xiantian powerhouse gone mad?
However, the Xiantian powerhouse completely disregarded the gazes of others. Under everyone's astonished eyes, he kowtowed several more times to Ming Zheng.
Within just a few moments.
Blood began to seep from the Xiantian powerhouse's forehead.
It was evident how forcefully he was kowtowing.
"Xiantian powerhouse, how... how can you kneel to her... she's just a nobody, a nobody without any backing..." Song Zhekun, now able to breathe, spoke intermittently, his voice filled with shock.
The other B-class martial artists rushed forward to pull him back. "Senior, you are a Xiantian powerhouse, how can you kneel to a nobody?"
"That's right, Senior. Even if Ming Zheng has the backing of the Chi family, it's not enough for you, a Xiantian powerhouse, to kneel."
"Get up, get up quickly. Senior, you were invited by Young Master Song. If you kneel to a nobody, wouldn't that be slapping our Young Master Song in the face?"
However, before the B-class martial artists could even touch the Xiantian powerhouse, they were swatted away by a palm strike.
Even now, they still believed that Ming Zheng was merely relying on the Chi family to remain so unfazed?
Foolish!
Utterly foolish!
Let alone Ming Zheng being a member of the Mo Sect, which was enough to make her disdain everyone!
Even if only the Chi family wanted to protect her.
Even if a hundred Xiantian powerhouses came, they wouldn't dare to act presumptuously before the Chi family!
What kind of minds did they have, thinking that becoming a Xiantian powerhouse would earn them favors from the Chi family?
What kind of place was the Chi family?
Even the cleaners there had already entered the Xiantian realm and achieved qi circulation – they were Xiantian powerhouses!
A group of fools!
The Xiantian powerhouse's actions infuriated Song Zhekun, causing him to sit up.
"Senior, what is this..."
"Slap!"
The Xiantian powerhouse struck back with a burst of energy, as if eager to distance himself from Song Zhekun. "Song Zhekun, shut up! You have no right to speak here!"
Song Zhekun, already weakened, was struck by this surge of energy and immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood. His face turned ashen, and he collapsed heavily onto the ground.
The Xiantian powerhouse's fawning demeanor was completely unacceptable to those present; they could hardly believe their eyes.
And the recipient of the Xiantian powerhouse's obsequious flattery.
Was calm and composed, allowing the Xiantian powerhouse to bow and curry favor before her.
As if...
She had long grown accustomed to it.
Ming Zheng narrowed her dark eyes slightly, her gaze scrutinizing the Xiantian powerhouse.
She had faintly sensed something.
The moment her fifth senior brother appeared.
His eyes towards her fifth senior brother were filled with extreme fear.
When Chi Xian walked towards her.
His face turned pale.
Clearly...
He had recognized her fifth senior brother's identity.
She lowered her gaze, her eyes falling upon the blue diamond cufflinks on Mo Qingchuan's sleeves.
It seemed her fifth senior brother had rushed from the Mo Sect to Xia Country without even having time to change his clothes.
In the capital of Xia, there were still people who could recognize the mark of the Mo Sect.
Seeing Ming Zheng's gaze fall upon him, as if she were pondering something, the Xiantian powerhouse quickly smiled fawningly. "Miss Ming Zheng, I know you must not wish to expose your identities. I can be very useful; I can help you a lot!"
Ming Zheng looked at the mess spread all over the ground.
And at those B-class martial artists.
Cleaning up this mess would indeed be troublesome.
Having a helper.
Mo Qiyu could certainly be a lot more relaxed.
Ming Zheng waved her hand, signaling for the Xiantian powerhouse to get up.
The Xiantian powerhouse, excited, kowtowed several more times before happily standing up from the ground.
Ming Zheng glanced at Mo Qingchuan.
Then she looked at Chi Xian, who was like a large loyal dog, with his head hanging low, looking at her with the eyes of a "faithless lover."
She took a deep breath.
Taking one in each hand, she walked down the mountain.
At the same time.
At the foot of the back mountain, dozens of luxury cars were parked one after another.
Young masters dressed in designer clothes and with exaggerated styles alighted from the cars.
Dozens of these young masters exchanged glances, seeing the same emotions in each other's eyes, and smiled in unison.
They walked together towards the direction of the back mountain where the livestream had taken place.
As soon as they arrived.
They saw the ground covered in debris, with thick trees toppled everywhere.
Several people were crushed under the trees.
B-class martial artists lay scattered on the ground.
Song Zhekun lay on the ground, looking half-dead.
The young masters quickly looked around, trying to find out who the two men were who had appeared in the livestream last but had not shown their faces!
"Look over there!"
However, only a few of them managed to catch a glimpse of the girl pulling two men away before they merged into the dense forest and disappeared without a trace.
The young masters hurried to Song Zhekun's side. "Song Zhekun, what happened?"
"Song Zhekun, you must have seen those two people's faces, right? Who were those two men? Are they people we know?"
Song Zhekun, lying on the ground in agony, saw his usual drinking and dining companions. They completely ignored his condition.
He glared angrily and shouted, "Why are you asking? Can't you see I'm injured now? Hurry and send me to the hospital!"
Those young masters, who had previously been desperate to kneel at his feet and fawn over him to befriend him, burst into laughter.
Each of them looked at Song Zhekun as if he were an imbecile.